Life to the Fullest |BLAKE, CHASE, JAMES|

Blake was looking forward to the party. The party that he and his sister had arranged, cooperatively, for a change, whilst their parents and Evan were away. It was a dangerous thing to do, especially with the way that their father had been acting lately, and whilst Blake could somewhat understand his father's distance, as he himself often felt distant from those around him because of his last name, it was on a much higher level of late, and Blake couldn't say that he was comfortable with it. Although it didn't make him want to impress his father, instead it just made him want to make all the wrong decisions, if only to get his attention, although he wouldn't be caught admitting that to anyone.

He stared into the mirror, admiring his own good looks, an inherent combination of his mother and father, and he couldn't help thinking that it was one of the only things he had to be thankful for from his parents. Sighing, he patted some aftershave on his freshly shaved skin, the one that mainly made girls throw themselves at him, although maybe that was just another perk of being a Potter. Blake took his time changing out of his low-slung towel, making sure he looked his best, he didn't want to disappoint, after all. This was the family home, and although he didn't care much for the reputation that came with his family, he cared a lot about the reputation he had built for himself, and he liked the look on people's faces when they were jealous. It made him feel smug, and rightly so, in his opinion.

Blake and Faith had agreed that the party should be contained to the entertaining hall. It was the only room that didn't have an insane amount of breakables in it, although he didn't think it would stay there for long, and he was sure some of the bedrooms would get some use that night. It put a smile on his face to think that he was directly disobeying his father's unspoken rules, even though he didn't know about it. He finished getting ready, just adding the last touch to his hair before Faith was standing in his doorway, in an obscenely short dress that their father would have gone crazy about, or at least he would have done, once upon a time. He looked her up and down and smirked, listening as she spoke. He rolled his eyes at her words and continued adjusting his hair.

"Go ahead and pretend to be civilised, we all know you'll be the first one dancing on the table," he joked, as much as he should love his twin, she mostly annoyed him with her quips and superiority complex, and he made it known, normally publicly, which he found highly hilarious. "But fine, if you want me to stay away from all of your stuck up little friends, then I will. I've got better sights in mind, anyhow." It was true, there was a particular brunette coming that night that had held his eye for a while, which was rare for Blake, normally they were eating out of the palm of his hand in less than five minutes. In which case, he took what he wanted and ran, but this was different. She was the one that kept running from him, and he had to have her if it killed him. He also knew that Faith's boyfriend was going to be there, and he couldn't help but loathe the guy, he was everything that his twin shouldn't be interested in, although he himself shared a few traits with the guy. But he didn't treat her right, and it pissed him off.

Blake rolled his eyes as she said that she wanted him to stay away from her friends, they didn't hold his interest for long, anyhow. Enough time for him to appreciate the long legs and ample cleavage of some, but also enough time for him to disregard those that had already gained and lost his interest, not that Faith knew about that, and he hoped it would stay that way. But still, who was he to say no to something being offered to him on a plate, even if it was her best friend who was offering it.

It did put his mind at rest a little when she said that she didn't want to be drying the tears of his next conquest, at least the girl hadn't been upset after he had taken what he had wanted and left her on her lonesome, else he would have heard about it. Blake didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing though, because it either meant that girls had come to expect nothing better of him, or that they were in it for the physical just as much as he was, and that was kind of a sad notion.

Blake frowned when she mentioned Joel, he didn't like to listen to her talk about him, especially not with the affectionate tone that she did, he was bad for her, and he didn't like it. But that was the way they were now, they each did their own thing, and that was okay, except Blake had to admit that he did miss their childhood relationship at times. "I'll be nice to him as long as he's nice to me," he replied, a sugar sweet smile on his lips, although she had to know that he didn't mean it. Taking Blake at his word was something a person only did if they were stupid, or wistfully optimistic, neither of which he approved of.

He heard the knock on the door and felt a little jolt of excitement and adrenaline rush through him, it was going to be a good night, and he couldn't wait to see what fun would occur. Faith was obviously of the same mind, from her reaction, and he smirked at himself in the mirror before following her out of the room and into the entryway, intrigued, although he would never admit it. Blake leaned against a doorway, an easy smirk on his lips as he watched Faith greet her girlfriends, taking advantage of their distraction to appraise each of their outfits, and what they hid, simultaneously. Although the latter wasn't very much.

Blake's smirk only grew wider at Faith's words, and he shared a look with her best friend, winking slyly at her in a kind of taunting way, they both knew just how true Faith's sentiment was, and although it made him proud, it made her blush. "Evening, ladies. You all look ravishing tonight," he quipped, his eyes sparkling in flirtation. It was then that there was another knock on the door and he waited for Faith to open it, she was much more the social butterfly than he was, and she seemed to be in her element, so who was he to steal her moment?

Blake smirked at Faith's response to his casual flirtation with her girlfriends, sometimes she treated him like a dog that had peed on the carpet, or at least it felt like that. But he laughed it off and raised his hands in surrender, "It's just a compliment, princess, don't get your panties in a twist." Blake rolled his eyes and moved towards the table where they had set up all the drinks and stuff, and grabbed a beer, opening it and taking a few swigs. He figured he might need it to get through the night in one piece.

When she opened the door the next time, he wasn't what you would call pleased when he saw that it was Joel, Faith's so called boyfriend and all round asshole. Just looking at him made him want to hit him square in the nose, and he knew that he would enjoy it if he did. Blake didn't take much notice of his friends, he was too busy watching the way that Faith all but threw herself at him, and the way his arms wrapped around her, his hands grabbing at her ass in a way that was obviously designed just to piss him off. Blake felt his knuckles whiten around the beer bottle as he saw Joel's hands disappear under Faith's dress, and it took all of his self control not to smash the stupid bottle and shove it in his face.

Faith stuck her tongue out at him, and Blake gave her a look that told her that he was utterly unimpressed, and that they would talk about it later. If he didn't kill the guy first, of course. Besides, two could play that game. If she wanted to infuriate him then he could do the self same thing to her. Blake wandered over to her friend, the one that he had already slept with. He never normally made a habit of doing the same one twice, but these were special circumstances.

He leaned against the wall beside her, cool and collected, a flirtatious smirk on his lips as he moved some hair out of her face softly, his fingers ghosting over her cheekbone. "Hey there, beautiful. Did you miss me?" Blake raised his eyes to meet Faith's, with something of a superior smile playing over his face. She had yet to learn that only one of them was better at using sex as a weapon, and it wasn't her.

Blake was immensely satisfied at the look on Faith's face when he started talking to her best friend. It was amusing to him how such a simple touch to her friend's face could anger her so much, and he wondered just how much further he could go before she lost it all together. The smirk vanished from his lips when she turned back to Joel and started to make out with him before whispering something in her ear that was unintelligible but unmistakeable at the same time. There was only one thing she possibly could have said to make Joel's face light up the way it did, and Blake knew exactly what it was.

Faith shot him the finger as she was carried away and Blake almost growled under his breath. She had this complex over the fact that she owned her body and could do what the fuck she liked with it, and he wasn't going to argue with her over that. It was more the fact that she chose assholes like Joel to do it with, just to spite him and their father. If it was just sex, he couldn't have cared less, but it was the pretence of being in a relationship so that she could make it seem acceptable and it pissed him off. If she was doing it because she wanted to have sex then she would have brought a different guy home every night, essentially like he did himself, but she did not understand the concept of that.

Blake gave her friend a slow smile and pushed her hair away from her face, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "Find me later," he said softly, although he had all intentions of evading her efforts. For now, he wanted to go and kick some ass, and maybe try to explain to his sister why he disapproved of her behaviour, although that might have to wait until she had calmed down from him putting her boyfriend in the hospital.

Blake moved towards the stairs slowly, nodding greetings at the vast amounts of people that seemed to have arrived as he and Faith had been playing their games. He didn't linger though, making his way up the stairs quietly, skipping the creaking one as he always had done, hoping that the heavy beat of the music from below would cover his footsteps.